Long Copses Poems

“Are there many Fairy Folk other than the elves?”  Joulupukki queried.
     “Not so many as before the humans took control of the world.  The ones left behind in Erin...

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The dark wood is breathing blue,

   and sense do I the sweet sound

   of larks and their legendary love,

   and sweeter scents still do I

   drink of...

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One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home,
If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest,
The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now...

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One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home,
If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest,
The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now...

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O glorious Autumn of melancholic 
Gold -
All abouts the brightly lit
Woodlands
Your wonderful artistry behold!
Tinted bronzes,
Darting between awkward firs
Of sobering Evergreen,
Loiter inside mauve havens
Splashed with palest yellows -
And dappled with many differing 
Limes
Throughout this variegated Theme;
A...

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An earth in exhale of sigh, rising up, rising down in lungswell 

till the air and forest becomes flash paper dry

Eoning as its corner eye looks in disgust 

at the red flashed sky mirroring the...

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Can you hear a stardust song woven within the wind?
                         ...

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On a cold and frosty morning I gazed across fair fields, woods and copses,
I heard a wood-lark sing a sweet song, so sweet, hairs on my neck raised,
Did I hear it earlier in the month,...

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The 'tock', 'tock', 'tock' of the station clock, 
the clickety clack of the board. 
Telling the time and destinations 
but no one to cry 'All aboard!'
The 'bang', 'bang', 'bang' of the carriage doors, 
the shrill...

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August is mature with shining brown hair the colour of a ripe cornfield
Greying at the temples and his fringe he has clear eyes of deepest blue,
Deep smiling lines of crow’s feet on the sides of...

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Environmental sumptuous symmetry uniquely resplendent,
 kaleidoscopic kindling of the  visual nirvana,
spiral rapture enshrouded stimulant, 
sapphire dawn first light purr nectareous,
a mint ice tinged  mystic morning  mantra,
that pearl stud morph to fortify a...

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The highland Santa Lucias
breach the angled bench of sky and earth
with ancient crests dark in
scrub oak outlines
and vast open slopes.

From that world above
atop the grand and cresting vistas
where once dreams were fetched
in moonlit profiles
from deep...

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Bereft of vim, in copses branches bow
by winter's whims cursed to exsanguinate.
As far as naked gazes would allow
we marveled at Earth's crimson-spattered pate.

Cold skin met woolen mitten as we sought
the wealth of Christmas spirit to...

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suddenly a commotion
a score of gulls screaming
wings flapping, gliding, wheeling
then within half a minute
away into the sky behind the houses
what and why I asked myself
but found no answer, as usual

a pattern of small copses
gaunt, unloved...

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leaf litter
posted each autumn-
tree greetings

trees laid bare
exposed each autumn-
squirrels dreys

treecreeper
on woodland depends-
small copses

tulip trees
rosewood mahogney-
history

monkey trees
evergreen woonders-
enigmas 

tinder bark
silver birch paper—
woodsmen know

sycamore
an old invader—
summer shade

proud and tall
not phased by winter—
Norway spruce

the mighty
oaks home to many—
oceans...

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NORTHERN   ENGLAND

Steep hills and sudden

Gouged by ice, and water-formed -

This is no  civilized  landscape gentle

With  demesne and orchard

And sun-kissed downland copses;

It is the terrain of warfare,

Of Northumbrian tearing at Scot,

Of...

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